Grandpa is such a bird

The scorpion corpses all over the ground and the flames gradually drifted away, and even pressed the song and drove for a long distance. It was not until Yin Chenglan in the car made a sound that he suddenly recovered and stopped the carriage next to the roadside.

The sky is dark and unclear, and there are still some hours before dawn.

Yin Chenglan got out of the carriage and sat on the open space. He took out a soft mass from his arms, knelt on the ground with one knee and took a closer look, as if struck by lightning, he stammered: "This little one, this one Where did the little one come from?"

After finishing speaking, he reacted slowly, sat down on the ground, patted his thigh and was speechless for a long time, and said, "Who is he?!"

Yin Chenglan hummed, opened his hand, let Ling Jiang lie on the palm of his hand, and wanted to help him deal with the wound stung by the scorpion on his body, but found that this appearance is easy to carry, even if the wound is hidden under the fluff, he can't find it .

I had no choice but to wake up the little yellow bird: "Making a man?"

Lingjiang was dizzy from the scorpion sting, and the wound on his body didn't heal quickly. He was dizzy from being shaken by him, and lay down on the ground from Yin Chenglan's palm, and said weakly: "...change your position again, you have a lot to do... "

Yin Chenglan: "..."

One illusion is not the other!

Finally taking human form and changing into a comfortable posture, Yin Chenglan took off Lingjiang's clothes, revealing the wound on his arm from being stung by a scorpion, and said to Lian, "Go fetch water."

The chief manager was not used to the switching between humans and birds in Lingjiang, so he could only rely on his instinct to obey orders, drifting into the woods beside the road to find water in a trance without touching the ground.

The wind in the autumn night was not too harsh, but it was soft and cool on the man's body. The dim and hazy sky fell on Lingjiang's bare chest. In the obscurity, his body was as white and smooth as suet, exuding a touch of warmth. of gloss.

Yin Chenglan pressed it with one hand, and felt as if he had touched the girl's body delicately. If it weren't for his firm and firm texture covering the arms and lower abdomen evenly, it would be hard to imagine that this is a big man.

He checked it, but fortunately there were only a few bite marks on his arm. Yin Chenglan put Ling Jiang's head on his lap, pulled his arm to his eyes, skillfully removed the remaining scorpion needles on it, cleaned up the dirt, and then used The knife he carried opened the wound, and then squeezed out the poisonous blood.

Fortunately, although Guigu old man had many scorpions, none of them seemed to be very poisonous. Yin Chenglan put his finger on the edge of the wound and pressed down hard to force out the poisonous blood inside.

After squeezed out a few places, Ling Jiang faintly came to his senses, tilting his head and looking at the man.

"Hmm...it hurts." Yin Chenglan snorted when he was about to press a wound.

Yin Chenglan said: "Just get it out, bear with it."

Ling Jiang's face turned pale, and he said angrily, "But it hurts."

Yin Chenglan counted, there are still three or four poisonous blood to be released: "It didn't hurt just now?"

Ling Jiang said: "Just now I was in a coma, I didn't feel it... Now I wake up from the pain."

He spoke weakly, as if weak and dying.

Yin Chenglan pressed his arm and patted his head, but there was no real comfort: "I can endure the pain, I have to squeeze."

Ling Jiang frowned, and said faintly: "Then you can suck it out for me."

Yin Chenglan paused, thought of something, and was inexplicably awkward for a while. Finally, he angrily slapped the young man who was sending his arm to his eyes, and said, "Suck whatever you want, and bear the pain."

Holding down Ling Jiang's arm, he let out the last few spots of poisonous blood, tore off his underwear and bandaged it up for him.

After the poison was released, Ling Jiang felt better. He sat cross-legged across from Yin Chenglan with arms crossed, glanced at him, and said regretfully, "Have you been stung?"

Yin Chenglan glanced at him, and Ling Jiang put his finger on his chin and said, "Let me help you suck it, and you will know the benefits of it."

Yin Chenglan frowned fiercely: "..."

I really want to seal his beak.

Yin Chenglan discovered for the first time that the brains of humans and birds are very different, and the cultural differences are too great.

He didn't admit that he was the first to be wretched, and the relationship went wrong.

There was a bang behind him.

"I'm fine, I'm really fine, you guys continue talking." Lian Presse got up from the ground in panic, picked up the water bag that fell, and brought it to Yin Chenglan tremblingly. His face was pale, and his handsome facial features were almost startled Flying, obviously also heard what a certain bird said, and followed suit without any surprise.

Yin Chenglan wanted to explain, but couldn't open his mouth. Angry in his heart, he took the water bag and threw it at Lingjiang's head.

Lingjiang Xiaoniao tilted his head, dodged it, caught the water sac and drank a couple of sips, with an innocent face, but he was already playing a hooligan in his heart.

Not long after they had rested on the spot, a letter bird hovered and fell from the sky. The bird's wings were stained with blood, and it was carrying a dazzling color, but there was no letter on the bird's claws. Give way.

"Something happened in the pavilion." Lian Pressong said, with a hint of anxiety on his face.

Yin Chenglan patted the debris on the hem of his clothes in a calm manner, and looked up at the eastern sky. The dawn was still dim, and under the darkness of night, any dark tide was about to emerge from the ground.

His slender fingers tapped on his knees: "The one who rescued the old man Guigu last night was the brother of the emperor. After all these days of fear, he finally got angry with the ghost. Now that my identity and whereabouts have been exposed, the emperor should do the same." I can't sit still."

His fingers were extremely pale in the night, not like a living person, he held a small silver knife and gently scratched the ground, then tapped the knife with his fingers, making a buzzing sound of gold and stone colliding: "Tell Qi Ying, Everything is going according to plan.”

Lian Presse nodded sternly, took the carrier pigeon and quickly disappeared into the woods. After a while, a loud bird song swayed from the dark forest to the sky, and the carrier pigeon's snow-white wings flashed in the cold moonlight. , into the night sky.

Yin Chenglan jumped up and went back to the carriage to rest his eyes and wait for the news.

Ling Jiang was also going to rub his way, and inadvertently glanced at the place where he was sitting just now, and saw the word that the man just scratched at random - Buddha.

Two days later, the news came and went. In an inn, Lian Song spread out a map in front of Yin Chenglan: "The pavilion is ready."

Yin Chenglan hummed, and stopped looking at the map again. He even pressed the song and remembered the fight that was about to gather and break out under Wanhai Peak.

The murderous intent in his eyes was awakened from the long ten years, and it was as fierce as before in the day and night hatred. Yin Chenglan was about to agree, when he suddenly listened and said: "No, Yan Chu hasn't been found yet."

Ling Jiang stood up and walked in front of Yin Chenglan. It was dusk outside and the room was dimly lit. He stuffed the map back into Lian Ge's arms without looking at it, and said, "No matter what you want to do, find Yan Chu first. Say it again."

Lian Presse remembered it now, and hurriedly said: "Master, my subordinates have already sent people to look for it, but the old man doesn't know where he hid Yan Chu, and there is no trace of him."

Yin Chenglan curled his lips indifferently: "There is no hurry, the emperor can't wait to see him die, how can I not go to meet him in person." He raised his head and sang to Lian, "Leave tomorrow."

Ling Jiang frowned in displeasure, pressed on the armrest of the wheelchair, bent slightly, stared at Yin Chenglan and said, "If you don't find Yan Xiaobailian, what should you do if your poison flares up? He came to die, but you plan to kill him now." Him? If you don't plan, do you need to use your life to deal with it?"

The identity exposure is only the first step. Yin Chenglan must have expected and waited for the fight under Wan Haifeng for a long time, but Yan Chu was not in his plan before that. No matter how hated and angry he was, someone came to help him suppress it , but not now.

Yin Chenglan said: "I don't need him." As he spoke, he manipulated the wheelchair and planned to leave.

Everyone knows his abnormal concentration, but Lingjiang doesn't believe it. When detoxification and revenge are on the balance at the same time, Lingjiang already knows which side Yin Chenglan will turn sideways.

So, he took Yin Chenglan's shoulder and pressed him on the back of the chair without turning his head, and said, "Chief Manager, how long has this arrangement been going on?"

Lian Presse hasn't had time to chat with Xiaoniao since he became an adult, and he still thinks of him as that troublesome little yellow hair in his heart. Seeing his sudden temperament change at this time, the awe-inspiring expression in his eyebrows and eyes is not at all indifferent. The crown prince who lost to the army in the past, couldn't help being intimidated, and subconsciously replied: "Three years."

Ling Jiang nodded: "It's been so long, enough, are you sure to complete his plan?"

Double click and sing: "Of course."

Yin Chenglan warned in a low voice: "Lingjiang..."

Ling Jiang pressed him on the wheelchair forcefully: "Okay, there is no need for him to sit in town, and there is no need to go with Nineteen. You will set off to go back tonight. Everything will follow the plan. I will stay here with him and look for Yan Chu." Miraculous doctor, all matters are transmitted by flying pigeons, and you and Commander Qi are fully responsible for all important matters in the pavilion, we will act separately, without delay, what do you think?"

Pressing the song repeatedly, he stared blankly between the two of them. He had suffered one after another extraordinary blows in the past few days. Teach Ling Jiang to bluff and blow up, just think that the plan sounds foolproof, and it will only benefit the Nineteenth Lord, so he is stupid and said: "Two don't delay..."

Seeing that Yin Chenglan had a sullen face and said nothing, he thought the man acquiesced, so he followed up with the next sentence: "...Naturally the best."

Ling Jiang said solemnly: "Then why don't you go back quickly."

After pressing the song, he nodded in a daze, saluted Yin Chenglan, and left the room. The moment he turned and closed the door, he saw the young man in the room patting the master's shoulder and whispering, Nineteen is obedient.

He was trembling all over, and really left Yin Chenglan behind, and strode away by himself.

The door of the house shut Night Breeze outside, and then Ling Jiang let go of Yin Chenglan's hand, patted him lightly, and untied the man's dumb acupoint.

Yin Chenglan's face was gloomy, and he didn't speak, there was a kind of coldness and chill in his brows, as if a storm was coming.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became cold.

Ling Jiang went to pour a cup of herbal tea and put it in front of him. He leaned against the table with his chest crossed, his two slender legs crossed together. After waiting for a while, before anyone could speak, he bent down and leaned in front of Yin Chenglan, saying: " Still angry?"

Yin Chenglan was really angry, and he wasn't joking at all. He came from a noble family since he was a child, and all the people around him were respectful and respectful. Even today's emperor, he never dared to break the rules and be rude in front of him. He still needs to be respected. Your Highness.

There has never been such a bold disobedience like Cai just now.

Thunder and sullenness appeared on his body, and even the wind outside the house seemed to blow away quietly, but the other person in the room didn't seem to notice it, unaware of the wrath of the emperor who laid down millions of corpses, and sighed , squatting in front of Yin Chenglan, looked up at him.

"Aren't I afraid that before you kill someone, you will be poisoned to death first?"

Yin Chenglan laughed back angrily: "Then should I thank you?"

Ling Jiang immediately said: "Then there's no need, we are with each other."

Pat his leg very generously.

But Yin Chenglan still looked at him coldly, and Lingjiang's heart twitched slightly when he saw it, so he had to restrain his playful smile, and supported Yin Chenglan's useless leg with both hands, lowered his voice, and said slowly: "Nineteen, even if it's poisoned , you won’t be able to die for a while, but you will also be in pain.”

Lingjiang's voice was low, not as gentle as a woman's, but more like the rustling of a clear mountain wind blowing in a valley, natural and clean, and casual, and he didn't deliberately speak when he spoke, but it was just such a sentence , was caught off guard and crashed into Yin Chenglan's unyielding heart. In an instant, the rock-hard dam in his heart burst, and a monstrous torrent burst out.

Yin Chenglan turned his head away suddenly, and could hardly maintain his straight shoulders.

Seeing him like this, Ling Jiang felt even more distressed. He understood very clearly that the [-] mountains in front of Yin Chenglan had been knocked open by him, and the stubborn rocks were loosened. To be soft, the skin in front of others will definitely not be able to hold it anymore. From then on, he will be like a child in front of him, and all grievances, unwillingness, sadness and sorrows will be revealed to him.

But Lingjiang kept silent.

He wanted Yin Chenglan to confess, but he didn't want to selfishly and cruelly strip him of everything. He thought he should love Yin Chenglan deeply, so he also loved his dignity.

Ling Jiang squatted in front of him silently to accompany him for a while, giving Yin Chenglan the quietness and distance he wanted just right, and when he saw that the man had calmed down, he continued: "But it's okay if it hurts, you are so angry, If you are so angry and have not reported your revenge, thank you."

Still in the midst of flash floods, the extremely moved Nineteenth Master: "..."

He felt that the flood that had just burst had poured into his mind, otherwise, he had no brains, how could he be so moved by this little bird like never before.

But Yin Chenglan is not stupid, he can tell which is sincere and which is poor, so he followed the steps given by Lingjiang, restrained the emotions that were almost out of control just now, and said in a hoarse voice: "I am angry? That's you I’ve never seen a bird that pecks people’s foreheads and jumps off the roof of a car when it’s angry, that’s how angry it is.”

Ling Jiang hugged his leg, sat on the ground facelessly and laughed.

Seeing his hairy head, Yin Chenglan couldn't help rubbing it heavily: "My man is very easy for you to use."

Lingjiang was holding a bird's nest, whistled out with his beak, and then a letter bird pecked open the door and window, got in and landed on his hand. Lingjiang said unceremoniously: "Your bird is also very convenient for me to use." .”

He took off the bamboo tube on the bird's claw, poured out a roll of letters, and took a look at it: "The reply letter from the genius doctor Gu, their people have already found Yan Chu's trace, with their help, they should be able to find Yan Xiaobailian soon. "